Woke up a bit a go, yes, it's 3:30 in the morning...
I rolled over the wrong way and the twinge of pain in my knee said 'good morning!'.
Rats ass.
I worked a bit on the house yesterday and that may have aggravated something.
And once I am up after 5 hours of sleep, I am up.
Oh well.
I used some mind and ear bleach yesterday to scrub that Palinationator critter out of my head.
Why any one would listen to her or worse, pay to listen to her...ah, the signs of 'how stupid can you be'...I think she needs to be mandationed back to Wasilla.
Her surgery didn't go so well.
In other news, the Saints won.
Jon, my former partner in Ventana De Algo, finally has the masters done from our December recording session. He asked about some lyrical content and where it came from to give proper credit. There were vocals involved? Oh yeah...something about being locked in a room that makes you forget.
(he has them online at myspace but I don't have the link yet)
I told him I wasn't sure but to wait till I heard it all before doing anything legal.
We are getting airplay in Ashland.
Yay.
Go College Radio.
He did book us as a duo at EarthFest too but I keep telling him I have no interest in doing anything like that.
Now, if he can book us in coffeehouses all the way across the Country in time for the National Gathering this year in North Carolina, I would be into that...lol.
Ya see, I am a Tar Heel. Lived there till I was 5. Went back every summer till I was given a choice not to.
True, surf can get good but for the most part, no.
I went back for life's education for 5 summers, time with the Grandparents, farming with my Uncle's, picking black eyed pea's with cousins.
Loved it.
First time I fell in love was back in New Bern.
But it truly is like you see in the movies.
Only not.
Now, it's just like everywhere else East of the Mississippi, generic chains and a certain sameness you don't see too much out this way.
But back then, the late 60's and early 70's, looking back anyway, it was a great learning experience.
I guess my parents knew that.
Grandpa was a codger, a depression era survivor who taught me well.
I remember taking apart a Ford 9n engine when I was 7, the next summer, we put it back together. He taught me much about recycling, about building.
Things most of us don't get the chance to learn any more.
How many people do you know that can rebuild a lawnmower in a day?
I know kids that can't change the wheels on their skateboards.
Anyway, I miss those summers a bit.
Maybe Jon has a trick or two up his sleeve...and a cross country trip to the old homestead would be fun.
Like the wife would give me the summer off.
Maybe if I talk her into bring the belly dance troupe....
Shit, she would starve to death.
Speaking of starving...
The wife has a good friend, her best actually, who is childless and will remain so until she finds a child to adopt...
The wife and I got a rare night to ourselves on Friday, we sat in the living room and listened to music, talking for a record 6 hours. She brought up her friend and mentioned we should have a child for her...what?
Make a baby and give it to her? Does this mean lots and lots of sex?
Sure I said, why not...lolz.
Talk about selfless.
The wife I mean.
I will do what I have to do.
Uh...well, it's early.
I think I will go climb in the spa and stare at the stars for a bit till the house wakes up.
See ya....
Some one get some waves for me, k?
